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Jealous 

Am jealous of the rain

That fall upon your skin,

It’s closer than my hand have been,

Oh am jealous of the rain…

Am jealous of the light,

That makes your day so bright,

Yeah, i wish i could be the reason for this,

But, I look to you for my light. 

I thought that I’d be done, though,

My heart breaks in silent, as I seat through the night’s breeze.

And I thought that I would move on, but, I ended up giving in.

Cause you all I want, and I knew from the very first moment.

I feel like I lost my track and I can’t get back on,… Hhhhh…

My tribute to labrinth’s song, Jealous 

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Good bad girl 

Hello, nice to meet ya, 

I’ve been walking these streets and I think I have seen ya

And damn, you got me singing, Hell yeah! 

Now girl, I know you’re trying to show me that halo on your head. 

But you should know am interested when you let that devil come out and play instead 

As you move around dancing on the floor

Know that am sitting here watching you show that glow. 

And I know there’s more to see so girl step on close

Let me look at you, mmmh! Turn around. Stop. That’s a good pose.

Baby close the door, how about that private show. 

You know that I like it when you dance up close. 

Cause you do it so beautifully. 

But girl know that you are perfect for me

Not cause you’re pretty , obviously. 

But by how you process mentally. 

That’s when that halo takes over

And to my heart resistance is futile 

So I just want to say, you are my good bad girl

Self

Who are you? 

Who are you, really? 

A question you’ve asked yourself or been asked before. 

Am sure your answer will pop up immediately, without thinking much. 

After all, you know yourself, right? 

Am not so sure… 

Every time  you ask yourself this question, you always have a different answer. 

So… Do you know yourself, truly? 

Sometimes I find myself questioning my actions,… 

We as humans are so conflictive we tend to lose our compass. 

When the necessary is needed to be done, we check our morality at the door

Yet when the same actions are done to us, we call call our assailants cowards, 

Hypocrites, that’s what we are. 

Are we the better evil, maybe… Maybe not. 

So I give you this exercise before you depart… 

Ask yourself, really ask yourself, “who are you? Saint or sinner”

If you are honest with yourself, you’ll come to realize just like I did, the answer is not found here. 

You would know, in that self righteous bravado, that a demon of your own fashion lies 

Or an angel that lights that needed candle in the dark night. 

You think you’d know that answer at your finger tips, but every time, every action seem to veer off your seeming path. 

You know what you’ve done, but do you know what you will do? 

Again, I ask, who are you? 

The statement 

I’m bringing it down, am bringing it hard, 

My bro right now is not time to argue, 

No time to bark, no time to go by rules, 

We growling and watching waiting for you to start it. 

You messed up now we are about to get some action. 

Starting a brawl with me, you think that will make you great, listen, be grateful please I don’t take you seriously. 

Just go home and play with your action figures, and let the grown ups get some actions figured. 

My Whiskey girl 

I find myself at a bar at 1.00am in the morning. 

Downing the next shot of whiskey,

I know its wrong drink that much, but I just can’t get enough

The world is spinning the feeling is great and the world is colorful. 

The bartender is only too happy to give me more for he gains profits out of me.

I walk out of the bar, at least I was mostly on my feet, 

I ventured the city Nairobi where the street lights shone bright, like the stars where a stone throw away. 

Crab walking in the pavements of the street, people stare but I don’t care as I shuffle on through. 

Singing to the top of my lungs with a whiskey bottle wrapped around it, thinking am Lois Armstrong. Man was I wrong! 

Finally I settle down at a public bench in Kenyatta Avenue across GPO. 

A few minutes pass as l drift away to lala land. “fun night?” came from the most melodic voice as some lady sat next to me. 

Still daze, “My mom told me not to speak to strangers” I said with a smirk, she chuckled and I swear I saw her eye glow. 

“You really want to lead with that line.” she said

“well, it was either that or you are so damn pretty.” 

“Ha! You should have used that”

“Yeah but it would be too cheesy, but got you to laugh, didn’t I? 

“yeah you did…. ”

Dialogue continued… 

But as I sent more time with her, I wanted to stay with her longer, 

Smart and fun but most importantly interesting. 

I didn’t even realize that I was sobering up. 

A thought rang in my mind, as i stare at her as she talk, ‘this is great’. 

And she kind of just disappeared from sight and found a homeless guy staring at me with a puzzled look. 

Confused I looked around for her but gone she was. And I knew it, from the look of that homeless guy, it was plenty clear.

With a laugh I walked away towards home feeling both elated and dissatisfied. Maybe I get stupid drunk again I might, just might, just…

Dance in the rain

Stuck in the rain with no shelter. What else can a man do but to despair… 

Wrong! What you got to do is blow up and feel the rain down, bare. 

You have to know that it’s God’s blessing to receive the rain that erodes away the pain that you so complain.

Look at it this way, you are not the only one who goes through strain.

So for a second, stop thinking and enjoy the moment that went to its way to get to you. 

I suggest you dance like Marcus Huston in ‘Stomp the Yard’, and embrace the day that is ever changing like a dance. 

So be fluid and let them troubles erase away. 

A wise man said, holding a cup of water is easy, but holding a cup of water the whole day is taxing

Mad man to sad man

Too much thought to trifle 

A man’s got his rifle, to his chin

About to blow his brains to smithereen. 

No break from evolving trouble, 

It literally feels like it rains in rabbles. 

Its like opening a door to an avalanche, knowing that the next door its worst than than. 

See life sweeps the floor with his face while karma plays its tricks on him till he lacks faith. 

Even if he pulls through the avalanche, an eruption is about to occur reaches out. 

Afore he pulls the trigger, remember this is all in the ill mind of a mad man transforming to a sadman. 

I mean, what is the point of holding on when all that happens is getting blown. Being at the disadvantage of the world’s game, its better to end it at your own pace. Right? You answer that. 

Is it justified to be undignified, stripped of pride, getting a thorny ride to your eventual demise? 

They say no pain no gain but if its more pain no gain whats the point trying. 

He might as well call on to the sandman to put him to sleep for all eternity. For that seem to be his only and final destiny. 

Company or country 

Listen! Stop with all these atrocities

Look at all these cities, under you

You really need to bother with the gritty and the nitties

Your citizens don’t smile anymore,

Not because they are hungry or they are sick or the obvious lack of health care that you so passionately took away from them. 

Its because of the disappointment that you brought to them like a hurricane. 

You are supposed to be one of the people for the people by the people. 

But really was it business? Instead you should have made it personal,   you selfish sorry excuse of a human. 

This is your home, but others as well. You take care of your own and they take care of you. 

After all, all for one, one for all. Its got to mean something. Don’t be the one exception 

I don’t mean to extreme, but you don’t seem to get that beam of light 

That shines so bright toward you. 

Am not saying that you are stupid, am just saying that, your ignorance and arrogance will be your downfall, 

Pay attention to your people. And please try to reduce the tension,that they are causing because of your blind remarks 

The media may bend the truth, but truth it remains. 

Just be a good judge and separate the important from the useless 

All news is news.

 So stop whining, about fake stuff and get your facts right before you speak. Then and only then you get to act. 

Otherwise what the point for you to lead

The girl of my dreams? Tell me… 

​Like a wrecking ball it hits me so hard I feel  my rib cage would give in.

She is the girl of my dreams, that’s why this hurts far worse than a bullet to the gut

You see, I love her but  she don’t love me, 

I’d lie and say I understand, that we all get cold feet 

Wants me to be her friend, thats like the biggest disgrace to any man who poured his heart out and got a sucker punch. 

Then you hear from your friend saying “nigga you know how you sound right now, you are my man I would think that you are punk right now, 

You got the world going on  for you, why you gotta fool so much ” 

Funny though, I thought i was perfect for her, 

I suppose it wasn’t in the way I thought, 

I didn’t mean the same to her.

Am yet to think about whether I should follow the scripts advice and be the man who can’t be moved

BATTLEFEEL


Mmm, see everyday we wake up

Put that brave face  on, so you can face what wrong

With the day, that carries the great  weight  of war

Now you gotta be willing, to be a part of this kill

That not only takes away the life, but you sell your soul to it. 

But if you don’t you find yourself by the creek, while  people packing heat pointing guns on you back

Unapologetically saying “hey man if you don’t swim we won’t get much  to eat. Nothing personal, its just the fact that you ain’t  worth the discomfort.”

Damn, the world can be heartless. 

The truth is that, at some point in the future, we think that things may get better,

But we find ourselves clawing our paths hoping to get to success, or peace or prosperity. 

But for that a price to pay, you might get to a certain top but, howmany lives have you ruined? How many more till your satisfied. 

You tend to lose your humanity in pursuit of a thing that you can’t grasp

So do me a favor  and stop, take a break  and have a look a round, and tell me what you see, is anyone smiling, laughing, dancing with you, or are they not even willing  to talk to you. 

Don’t worry  am not blaming  you, am simply saying that you need to be appreciative,

This world is old but you won’t last that long, it’s got years on you. You should be grateful it hasn’t turned on you

The the destruction it leaves on its wake, its amazing how we hope it would end. 

But that’s just a lie we tell to ourselves knowing very well that this is nothing short of a Battlefield